04/06/2026
Equine Healing ❤️
I didn't get a horse because I wanted to ride. I got a horse because I knew how much they could heal. They just know.
That was the connection I felt with Bonnie the day we first met.
Bonnie is very reserved; stoically present but never in your face. In many ways, I'm the same with her.
I've been through some difficult things in my life, but nothing has felt quite as hard as where the compass is pointing right now.
Today, after a day filled with anxiety, sadness, and grief, I finished work and went to the field. I lay down in the grass because I was simply done.
Then Bonnie came over.
She didn't invade my space for her own wants or needs. She quietly approached me, breathing deeply, blinking slowly, not demanding attention, but simply being there.
She breathed me in—my knees, my hips, my heart, my head. She spent a long time at my heart and my head before looking out across the field, almost as if she was giving my body and mind time to process.
Her blinks were so slow and reassuring. It felt like she was saying, "I've got you."
There was lots of licking, chewing, nuzzling at the ground, and tiny movements of her lips—her own way of processing whatever she had taken from me.
Just look at how soft her eyes are.
When another horse entered what Bonnie had decided was my safe space, she quietly asserted herself, then returned to the periphery, giving me the room I needed to gather myself. It reminded me of how a massage therapist leaves the room after a treatment—giving you a moment before returning to the world.
People can believe what they want about horses and healing.
All I know is that today, when I needed her most, Bonnie knew.
And she stayed. ❤️